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Orago motions to Flyan, Aragib and Rultnag, his Captains. "Take 500 each, head toward this mountain of Salamndastron, and crush it. Send a runner to the south ford, for that is where I'll be, with the rest of these louts. Tomorrow y' should be within a mile or two of Salam'nda'tron,, so make camp there for the hottest part of the day, 'cos our fighters'll be exhausted if they don't git some rest before the final march on the mount'n. Meanwhile, me'n th' new Cap'n, th' fox, Gorung or wotever his name was. An' take Whiddle an' Redfang with yer as well, as scout Cap'ns. I'll take Blaclaw. Right?"
 * "Right, Chief!" Rultnag says and salutes with the others. "Git prepared," bellows the stoat Captain. "We're marchin' fer Salymundatron on the breeze of noon! So yew've got an hour or two t' git weapons, food'nsupply wagons and armor ready. Dismissed!" The Juska hurry and scurry about collecting belongings.